Our short group meeting followed dinner; a dinner where
Amnon peppered me with questions and eventually found out that I was once
married and that there were no “results” as he put it. He shared his own view on marriage: that it
should last a maximum of 25 years after which people would simply live
together. Just as I was about to
sarcastically call him a romantic, he clarified his position. After 25 years, when either person is free to
walk away, you have to make sure you treat each other well so that neither
wants to leave. An “easy out” to preserve the passion; what a
novel approach.
At the group meeting we were once again invited to share our
favourite part of the day. Just as I had
suspected, for dad it was his recital of one of the beatitudes at the Mount of
Beatitudes. The experience was very
special for him.
I was honoured when Connie, a woman from our group without
children of her own, said that her favourite moment was seeing my father and me
standing on the edge of the cliff at Mt. Arbel posing for a photo. She said that she wished she could have the
same experience.
My father and I, we’re both very fortunate.
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